A half-finished crochet lace
Sewing threads, needles, thimbles
A rusted tin, coloured buttons scattered at its base.
A drawstring inserter, a roll of drawstring
Socks with toes
Post mastectomy bra
A pack of cards
scrapbook that she’d made of images of one God.
A plastic pouch inside a plastic pouch
containing the key to the bank locker.
A melamine polished box of loose change.
The pink crimped satin toilet bag I’d gifted her
Two dysfunctional alarm clocks.
Her specs, two spare cases
An empty ladies wallet
A rose quartz Ganesha, faintly smiling.